Alien poetry

If the Queen had a voice, it would say to the humans infested with vial grotesque baby monsters, the queen would say to the hosts

Those who dive beneath the surface glorify the grotesque
Glorify the grotesque
Uprooting ugliness to be their heroic standard
Ugliness my flag
Ugliness my flag
Be warned you are marred
Misshapen
Measly
Your desperation is disfigured devotion
Beauty is the enemy
Acceptance of ugliness is the redemption of sanity
There is no beauty only ugliness
There is no glamor only ghastly blemish
All romance disfigured
All morals monstrous
All beauty our enemy

And the queen would smile, as its baby is born from the chest of its host. The queen would watch its hideous hive grow into death.


Your turn to do alien poetry.


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